He always hated his older brother, Michael. His deep loathing hatred began to churn. Augustus had planned to take his brother's life that summer. First, he would shoot Michael with an arrow and then burn his body. A fool-proof plan. His hatred stemmed from childhood, everyone loved Michael.
It was the summer of ’92. The air was slightly humid, a beautiful day outside. The day before summer vacation, excitement could be heard throughout. On this day, ten boys were travelling home on a school-bus from Nagato prefecture. Suddenly, the bus veered into on-coming traffic and crashed into a transport truck, killing everyone instantly. The strangest thing? Only seven bodies were recovered, including the bus driver. Those four boys vanished that day, without a trace. It kind of makes you wonder, what happens when we die? Do our good deeds pass onto our next lives? Is there ever an end? I guess Heaven isn’t made for angels.
St. Augustus
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He always hated his older brother, Michael. His deep loathing hatred began to churn. Augustus had planned to take his brother's life that summer. First, he would shoot Michael with an arrow and then burn his body. A fool-proof plan. His hatred stemmed from childhood, everyone loved Michael.
It was the summer of ’92. The air was slightly humid, a beautiful day outside. The day before summer vacation, excitement could be heard throughout. On this day, ten boys were travelling home on a school-bus from Nagato prefecture. Suddenly, the bus veered into on-coming traffic and crashed into a transport truck, killing everyone instantly. The strangest thing? Only seven bodies were recovered, including the bus driver. Those four boys vanished that day, without a trace. It kind of makes you wonder, what happens when we die? Do our good deeds pass onto our next lives? Is there ever an end? I guess Heaven isn’t made for angels.